I don't know how others see this but this is what I felt about the poem...
I felt as though it is about an unrequited love.
Dormant,
in his silent footsteps,
for which they kiss,
I loomed,
a fire burning soul,
as my temper grew,
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Did you catch the man you love kissing and being with another? You felt angry and betrayed.
i called upon the morning dew,
love did not bloom
but rusted with confusion.
Dormant,
i knew
and he did not see,
but in death he now sleeps.
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He didn't notice you were watching and now your love for him has died.